Eagle Flag of Epirus

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"Unexpectedly, you actually bluffed these guys, but honestly your negotiation skills are really bad." The monk said to Justinian.

Justinian gave Sergius a white glance and asked, "Then who told me that these guys are friendly and hospitable? Negotiations that can persuade people are good negotiations."

"But how can you be sure that the mountain people will recognize your promise, and not be angered by you and chop us to pieces." Until now, Sergius is still frightened by the confrontation between Justinian and the Albanians. But what he couldn't understand was that under Justinian's coaxing operation, these mountain people actually believed that he agreed to enter the valley and received a grand reception.

Justinian replied calmly: "It's very simple, because they have no choice." Looking at the back of the mountain people who led the way for them, he was more sure of his guess, "If you didn't deceive me before. In this case, in addition to the Qingshigang tribe, there are three other clans of similar size in the entire valley, which means that there are at least six or seven hundred men in each tribe who are capable of fighting. But you can see that they come out to "greet you." "But what kind of people we have, a few simple equipment, except for Bogdani, who are holding them are all half-year-old children. Let's look at the elders of the four tribes who received us. The tense attitude shows that these Albanians must be in trouble."

"The trouble is--" The monk guessed something.

"Famine in winter." Justinian and Brother Sergius glanced at each other intently. "So each tribe is guarding the movement of the other tribe and is more vigilant about the arrival of people outside. I'm afraid not in peace time. It’s so easy to make them fight for me, but now it’s different. They couldn’t survive the famine without food, so they couldn’t refuse the terms I gave.” When Justinian was received outside the valley, he saw the four clan tribes in the valley. As soon as he met the elders, he promised to the Albanians that as long as the opponents became his mercenaries, they would be settled in a town afterwards. At first, the Albanian elders didn't believe it either. Although they had seen the world and knew the weight of the adopted son of the Duke of Moria, they still thought Justinian was too young and was lying to them. So in the end, in full view, Justinian took out a big bag of gold coins like magic and poured them in front of the mountain people. This is the last "gift" of Alex III in the Ark, like a heavy gold coin. The weight of overwhelming the last hint of suspicion in the hearts of Albanians.

"But I'm curious if I didn't prepare to come in with you in advance, would I really explain here? Have you really been here before, monk?" Justinian looked at Sergio who brought him with some suspicion. S.

And Sergius shrugged and confessed: "Actually, I did come here twenty years ago, but the chief of the Limestone tribe with whom I was a good friend, and I was surprised to meet people from the Qingshigang tribe here. "

"That's because the limestone tribe is gone. Ten years ago, after the death of the old chief, the tribe fell apart. It was either annexed by the surroundings or left the valley to wander. We also migrated here later." The silent Albanian Bo Gudani said at this time that he had been eavesdropping on the conversation between them.

"It turned out to be like this." The monk sighed slightly, time passed, and in just ten years there was nothing wrong with people here.

Bogdani turned his head and glanced at Justinian, and once again confirmed: "Does what you say really counts, the people under the mountain?" He still couldn't believe that the other party could be so generous, but Justinian was in public. Throwing those heavy gold coins was so careless that he had to make his heart move-his tribe's food was almost exhausted.

"I have always done what I said. After you took us to meet the chiefs of the various tribes, they have already recognized my identity, have they? But are you really worthy of my choice for a battle?" Justin Ni said meaningfully, and this sentence undoubtedly stimulated the self-esteem of the mountain people.

Bogdani raised his head rebelliously and promised: "We are born warriors. As long as we do not fall into infighting and killing each other, we are the best soldiers on the battlefield. Our tribe and several other tribes are brave men. There are as many as three thousand people. When necessary, our sisters, wives and daughters and even the elderly can take up arms, provided that there is an object worthy of our allegiance."

"Then you are lucky to have found such a person."

"Don't be so arrogant, Yamashita. We are just succumbing to your gold coins."

"Then it won't be like this in the future."

The two of you finally reached the depths of the valley. Looking up, Justinian couldn’t help being surprised that there was a cave here. Compared to the cold high mountains outside, the temperature inside the valley was obviously milder. Many, it doesn't matter that there will be such a large-scale clan and tribe living here, but in such a season, even the livable valley is now blue and yellow. The breeding population inevitably faces the problem of lack of food. Albanians cannot trade, so they have to go down the mountain to looting villages. This is notorious for looting bandits.

And into the depths of the valley, Justinian and Sergius finally came to the final destination of their trip-in an inconspicuous bush~www.ltnovel.com~ At first glance, it looks like primitive The temple site used for the sacrifice, but Justinian knew that these mountain people had already converted to the Orthodox Church, so the only purpose was to cover people's eyes. This is the treasure of the mountain people that Brother Sergius said, the magical herbs that can heal and save people.

Justinian walked forward curiously, and saw a small bush next to the stream in the valley. It was completely different from the dry and cold temperature outside. It was actually humid and warm. It turned out that the stream was a hot spring. Besides, there is nothing fancy here. As for the growing vegetation, it is hard to find if you don't observe carefully. At first glance, the red and green layers and the overlapping leaves are unremarkable. It seems like a magical elixir that has been passed down.

When Justinian was wondering what kind of plant it was in his mind, his gaze paused and then carefully observed for a while, and suddenly realized something, Justinian showed a weird expression on his face.

"No, there is such a thing here."

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